I got my first break and became a singing waiter at eighteen or nineteen. I couldn't make a living at it. I quit. Then I got married and sold aluminum siding. My wife had problems physically. It was not good.

My wife gives good headache.

When we got married my wife told me I was one in a million. I found out she was right.

What a childhood I had. My parents sent me to a child psychiatrist. The kid didn't help me at all.

A hooker once told me she had a headache.

With sex my wife thinks twice before she turns me down. Yeah, once in the morning and once at night.

I don't get no respect